The other day I was at the pool with a few friends, when the topic of roommates began. One girl openly mentioned that she previously lived with three girls, all of whom had some sort of STD.

Furthermore, these girls brought home guys almost every night, from either trashy clubs or bars on Main Street. Jewell's anyone?

So if some math was calculated, these girls could have each infected about...6 guys a week. We'll give them the benefit of the doubt and say they rested on Sunday. Isn't anything sacred anymore?

The conversation grew with chuckles and icky faces, but then silence overcame everyone as we realized hey, that could easily be passed on.

Who hasn't had too many purple hooters which encouraged a not-so-hot invitation back to an unknown apartment? Who can honestly say they've never woken up with the inevitable question: Where are my pants?

The next time you're out sucking on some guy/girl's neck in the bar, think twice.

Is it worth the warts?